The way Maya was leaning forward over the table while setting the dishes put her thick ass right beside me. The soft curve of it was so close that the urge to reach out and grab it was almost automatic. But Max and Michael were sitting right there, and I held myself back.
I didn't want either of them thinking Maya or Asha were characterless women who could just be grabbed in public. They were my sluts, thoroughly claimed, and I wanted that private ownership to stay hidden beneath a clean, respectable surface when other people were around.
Maya continued arranging the plates and bowls with quiet efficiency, her saree draping over her body as she moved. Asha worked beside her, helping set everything in place. After a moment, Asha looked over at me with a soft expression.
"Alex, should I set the plate for you?" she asked once she and her mother had finished laying out most of the food.
"Yeah, Asha. Thanks," I replied.
